Mid-May Quatrain

Under the swelling moon last night
the tips of magnolia petals flushed.
Now the willow’s first green threads
lengthen, tangled in the spring wind.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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